He pulled out his chair, picked up a paper towel and rubbed the back of his neck with it.

“I was wrong to let money worries come between us, Ellen.

I booked a specialist myself for next month.”

“A different specialist?” I asked.

“A pediatric gastroenterologist up in Naperville,” he said.

“Highly rated.

I spent two hours getting it set up.”

I touched my gold wedding band.